Monthly Archives: July 2020

Disjecta, Kansas At 80 miles an hour, about two and a half hours east of Denver, she tore through the state line into Kanorado, Kansas and pumped the brakes upon sighting a half dozen state troopers lined up behind a … Continue reading →

Ginger Snaps I remember Ginger brought us, on New Year’s Eve 1980, the Vermonters: “lunch on you, keep the hand and suck this bony one” you filled the point with wire and spine button Night into Line from a short … Continue reading →

 Dynamation Angst “The wind screams like ten thousand fiends.” And I asked her if she was writing a new poem. She said no, she was remembering a line from a long ago movie she saw as a child. She couldn’t … Continue reading →

White Elephantitis So he goes on this monologue telling me why I want to avoid becoming the white elephant at the company. He said, “it was too revered to be a beast of burden: the white elephant earned a reputation … Continue reading →

The Dictator Says The dictator says: St. Ignatius used a cilice; hold your breath and expand, let go… and I do. She’s gesticulating wildly and walking toward me. She has violent intent, the dictator says. I let go of the … Continue reading →

Annihilation Haiku (7.16.20) The mushroom cloud grows Across the blind horizon A dead gray snow falls “There was just a continent without much on it under a sky that never cared less.” — William E. Stafford / “At the Bomb … Continue reading →

In This Hole I live in a parallel universe of my own devising. I live most of my days in a dank cell, in the bowels of a vast complex of cells. I am allowed to write for fifteen minutes … Continue reading →

The Derelict Web And he must hold on to the sink and stand firmly on his left leg because his right leg is useless. It doesn’t respond to his command all Henry can manage is to drag it along and … Continue reading →

The Dream: Bushwa Bill  The god of the godless oversees this place.  There is no lodestar here. All is coal, bituminous and gas fires. Everyone wears a sheen of black. Coal dust and gas floats through the atmosphere. The air … Continue reading →

bushwa bill’s haiku gas fires choke the night —  coal and bituminous blue —  breath of the godless “Basically, that’s why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.” — … Continue reading →